Going Home

Weep ye not for me my children make not a sad sound ,Be ye not troubled , but happy for me,For I am homeward bound, I'm going home now on the morning train, To a place with no sorrow or pain, Like the mighty oak which stands up to the wind, Be strong my children, do not yeild and do not bend,For in the still of the night the conductor called , All aboard we're Heaven bound come one come all , Once on board , I saw brothers, sisters, children and a many of friends,, My journey is over now children and yours must begin, Im walking streets of gold now with a sky of platinum clouds, I love you all and I'm waiting for you Here amidst the crowds .,,,!!! !